Drake Dracoli
Bluelighter
Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride (002)
I am writing this as I feel that I should submit another one of my previous experiences. Like before, this experience was not recent, and unlike before, this trip was not as well recorded as the previous one that I had experienced. This would be recorded as the second Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride trip that I had experienced and revolved much more around vivid dreaming than it did real-life hallucinations and delusions.
Date: N/A
Dosage: 300 mg (Twelve Wall-Dryl Pills)
Time: Roughly 9:00 PM
I had ingested the medicine at roughly 9:00 PM. I had learned from my last experience, and established a quiet, well-lit environment before deciding to proceed with this. I had taken these pills more later in the evening and refrained from drinking any caffeine prior to the event. This was to ensure that if anything throughout the process went awry, it would be within my psychological capacity to simply fall asleep. As before, it took roughly thirty minutes to an hour in order for the medicine to kick in; respectively, like before, no matter how I tried, I could not refrain from becoming frightened by the slightest things. I had always noticed that closed-eye visuals were abundant when taking this medicine, so I quickly made it to my bed, turned of the lights, buried myself under the covers, and waited to see what happened. The closed eye visuals were random and nonsensical, as usual. I can usually experience closed I visuals if I am tired at even as little as 100mg, but at this dosage, the visuals were much more clear. Nonetheless, they made little sense. Simply random scenes of random people, creatures, or things; images of farmers, teachers, stores, plants, planets, and anything that happened to pop into my head. This experience was not as frightening as the last one, but it was still uncomfortable, to say the least. Soon, I fell asleep. I believe I was asleep. I was dreaming, or hallucinating. I don’t know.
So anyways. Now I was on this boat. There were three people on this boat. It was a wooden colonial-style boat. I was on one end of the boat, the three individuals were on the other. The one directly on the opposite side of me was the man rowing this boat with paddles. He was a fairly stocky individual. He wore no shirt, and had nothing but a pair of dun-brown leathery shorts, and a headdress adorning his black hair, complete with two long braids. It seemed that I was blasted back into the time of colonial America. This boat was a museum. I seem to be psychic in my dreams, so I just happened to know it was a museum. This one man appeared to be a Native American. Under the section of the boat he was sitting on, there was a golden plaque that read his name (which I have forgotten) and his objective. It said that he was planning on visiting George Lincoln (Yes, George Lincoln) and asking him to emancipate his people and return his land. To this man’s left and right, were to colonial European-looking men. One was American, donned in colonial-styled blue military attire; the other was British, donned in colonial-styled red military attire. Both of these individuals had plaques under them, but I neglected to read them. I was far more interested in listening to the story of the Native American. As I approached him, I woke up. I felt sluggish and very tired, and it was roughly 1:00 that next afternoon.
I am writing this as I feel that I should submit another one of my previous experiences. Like before, this experience was not recent, and unlike before, this trip was not as well recorded as the previous one that I had experienced. This would be recorded as the second Diphenhydramine Hydrochloride trip that I had experienced and revolved much more around vivid dreaming than it did real-life hallucinations and delusions.
Date: N/A
Dosage: 300 mg (Twelve Wall-Dryl Pills)
Time: Roughly 9:00 PM
I had ingested the medicine at roughly 9:00 PM. I had learned from my last experience, and established a quiet, well-lit environment before deciding to proceed with this. I had taken these pills more later in the evening and refrained from drinking any caffeine prior to the event. This was to ensure that if anything throughout the process went awry, it would be within my psychological capacity to simply fall asleep. As before, it took roughly thirty minutes to an hour in order for the medicine to kick in; respectively, like before, no matter how I tried, I could not refrain from becoming frightened by the slightest things. I had always noticed that closed-eye visuals were abundant when taking this medicine, so I quickly made it to my bed, turned of the lights, buried myself under the covers, and waited to see what happened. The closed eye visuals were random and nonsensical, as usual. I can usually experience closed I visuals if I am tired at even as little as 100mg, but at this dosage, the visuals were much more clear. Nonetheless, they made little sense. Simply random scenes of random people, creatures, or things; images of farmers, teachers, stores, plants, planets, and anything that happened to pop into my head. This experience was not as frightening as the last one, but it was still uncomfortable, to say the least. Soon, I fell asleep. I believe I was asleep. I was dreaming, or hallucinating. I don’t know.
So anyways. Now I was on this boat. There were three people on this boat. It was a wooden colonial-style boat. I was on one end of the boat, the three individuals were on the other. The one directly on the opposite side of me was the man rowing this boat with paddles. He was a fairly stocky individual. He wore no shirt, and had nothing but a pair of dun-brown leathery shorts, and a headdress adorning his black hair, complete with two long braids. It seemed that I was blasted back into the time of colonial America. This boat was a museum. I seem to be psychic in my dreams, so I just happened to know it was a museum. This one man appeared to be a Native American. Under the section of the boat he was sitting on, there was a golden plaque that read his name (which I have forgotten) and his objective. It said that he was planning on visiting George Lincoln (Yes, George Lincoln) and asking him to emancipate his people and return his land. To this man’s left and right, were to colonial European-looking men. One was American, donned in colonial-styled blue military attire; the other was British, donned in colonial-styled red military attire. Both of these individuals had plaques under them, but I neglected to read them. I was far more interested in listening to the story of the Native American. As I approached him, I woke up. I felt sluggish and very tired, and it was roughly 1:00 that next afternoon.
